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Chapter 748 Who's There By the Door That Day?
This time, however, the elusive Madame Brighthall made her appearance. Anyone who could read between the
lines knew what that meant. And so everyone began to treat Charlene as the confirmed Mrs. Brighthall.
Charlene had achieved her objective.
Deirdre switched off the TV, hung a coat on herself, and went upstairs to her bed. She placed her hand on her
abdomen and lay on her back for a while before finally falling asleep. As her dream slowly coalesced, her phone
suddenly rang from beside her head.
She was startled awake. Feeling for her phone, she pressed the answer button and asked raspily, "Who's this?"
"Dee."
Hearing Kyran's voice drew Deirdre out of her sleep, though not necessarily out of her dream. It felt as though she
was back in those days again when Kyran was just Kyran. But if it were a dream, then why did she feel a chill
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She steeled herself as best she could. "Kyran? Are you finally finished with your work?"
"Mm... Hmm..." He sounded drunk. His usual control was not there. "Did I just... wake you up?"
Deirdre sat up straight. Enveloped in darkness, she felt her heart racing." No. I was just taking a cat nap. But what
about you? Did you drink?"
"I did. I'm sorry. I know I said I wouldn't drink too much, but... Oh. I failed."
Deirdre gave a shallow chuckle. She expected this. It was his engagement party-why would he not drink? Poor
Brendan. He had to spend a few precious minutes calling her at midnight just to keep up his act as Kyran! "Dee? I'm
starting to miss you. I want to see you. So, so much," he mumbled. "I’ve only left this morning. This morning! Why
am I missing you so much already?"
Deirdre realized he really was that drunk. She even wondered if she should give him credit for his dedication-he
called her even when he was intoxicated. She should probably mock him for being so good at playing games with
other people’s hearts, too.
She remained silent.
Brendan seemed to sober up a little. "Dee?"
"Yeah?"
"Who was that?"
Blood rushed into her head. Her fingernails were trembling so much they became numb. She bit her lips to try to
stay calm. "What do you mean who?"
'This afternoon. Someone stood by the door and talked to you."
Deirdre felt as though her body was a husk not under her control. If the lights were on, one would have noticed how
quickly her face was drained of colors and how ashen she looked.
She took a deep breath and questioned, "How did you know? Did you appoint someone to stalk me or something?"
A cold breeze blew across Brendan's face, waking him a little. Whatever was left of his senses stopped him from
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmadmitting to putting her under surveillance, so he said, 'The neighbor next door told me. They saw you and were
worried a scammer might have targeted you."
"Our neighbor?" Deirdre finally regained control over her numbing body. If it was the neighbor who saw them, then
there was no way they could tell it was Tobey. She exhaled a breath and replied, "It was a salesman."
"A salesman?”
"Yeah. He came to our door and made me a little uncomfortable. But really, he was your regular salesman."
"What was he selling? The neighbor said you didn't look so good," muttered Brendan.
Deirdre pinched the inside of her thigh and spun a lie. "He... He... was selling sex toys, okay? Of course I was
flustered."
"Sex toys?" Brendan echoed aloud and, seemingly understanding her, chuckled quietly. "And did you buy anything?
We could give it a try when we're free."
He was trying to seduce her, so Deirdre feigned anger. "Excuse you, Kyran! I'm pregnant! Don't try any funny
business.”
"Oh, oh right." Brendan's voice was airy and cheerful. "I have to stop myself for the sake of our child! I will be a
good father and husband. I swear."
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